06-26-2019, 02:31 PM
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Crow was, in fact, not home at the time of the incident, but rather he was walking there. His dirt-caked paws were sluggishly dragging across the ground, and it was evident he had been somewhere that was not inside the town for quite some time. The forest perhaps, where his little cat instincts implored him to scale the tallest tree and sit amongst the birds.
The voice of Moth would catch his attention, and his gaze followed his ears as he turned his head to see what the issue was, and right there, propped up against the side of his house, was Beck. His momentary relief at seeing the kid out of his house for the first time in many months dissipated like rain on hot pavement, and his neutral expression turned to a scowl. What the hell?
Blood, at least what he presumed as blood, all over the wall of his house, dripping down the walls like hot tar from the offensive letters it formed. Without saying a word, the feline tossed a rock at Beck's ankles to trip him, then would climb atop the struggling cat and pin his limbs to the ground so he could not escape. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Crow fumed, shaking the boy slightly. "I haven't even seen you in three months!"
Crow was, in fact, not home at the time of the incident, but rather he was walking there. His dirt-caked paws were sluggishly dragging across the ground, and it was evident he had been somewhere that was not inside the town for quite some time. The forest perhaps, where his little cat instincts implored him to scale the tallest tree and sit amongst the birds.
The voice of Moth would catch his attention, and his gaze followed his ears as he turned his head to see what the issue was, and right there, propped up against the side of his house, was Beck. His momentary relief at seeing the kid out of his house for the first time in many months dissipated like rain on hot pavement, and his neutral expression turned to a scowl. What the hell?
Blood, at least what he presumed as blood, all over the wall of his house, dripping down the walls like hot tar from the offensive letters it formed. Without saying a word, the feline tossed a rock at Beck's ankles to trip him, then would climb atop the struggling cat and pin his limbs to the ground so he could not escape. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Crow fumed, shaking the boy slightly. "I haven't even seen you in three months!"